Long, long ago . . . okay . . . it was 9 years ago TODAY!
TAT with Loverly, his dog
A beautiful baby boy was born into our family. He was perfect in every way and let us know how much he appreciated being thrust into the cold, dark world . . . when he had been perfectly content in his cozy, warm, smooshy, wet abode.
All went well – until he began to have some tummy problems – severe tummy problems – and he was only a few hours old. His mama called me – his Nana – and together he and Mama and Daddy and Paw-Paw and Nana packed up and sped to nearby town to the hospital.
A lot went on that night – a couple of drives back and forth to the hospital and the airport waiting for the fog to clear so we could fly TAT to big city hospital.
We finally made it – and to the hospital in lickety split time – and into the hands of the most awesome nursing and surgical staff one could ever desire.
TAT turned 2 days old on the operating table as the surgeon repaired a malrotated bowel and gave TAT a very sweet line on his tummy.
They told us he’d be in the hospital’s NICU for a couple of weeks, but it was less than 10 days later when his mama and I got to bring him back home.
Today our little guy turns 9 years old. He’s lived a long life in those 9 years. But I am looking forward to the long life ahead of him.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAT! Who loves you, baby?